4 comments/ 210726 views/ 49 favorites Owned! Ch. 01 By: MALIBUMAN666 My story begins as I approached my 38th birthday. I was laying in bed with my beautiful wife, when she asked me if I had had any ideas for gifts she could get me for my birthday. As usual, I hadn't really given it much thought, so I said I would think about it and let her know. She smiled and snuggled closer to me, gently curling her fingers around my cock which gradually began to harden between her fingers. Truth was, I knew exactly what I wanted for my birthday, but I just didn't know if I had the balls to ask for it.... Yeah, I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I wanted to stick my big macho dick up her tight little arse aren't you? Well, yeah...I can't deny that it had crossed my mind once or twice (or maybe a few more times than that even!) but no, that would in fact have been a much simpler conversation. I would have asked and she would have said no. Which, okay, is not ideal, but I wouldn't be comfortable with it if she wasn't into it anyway so what's the point? No, what I had in mind was much more difficult to broach. You see, for quite a number of years now we had been enjoying a once monthly session of Female Domination. Initially it had been a little bit awkward, but as time went by we both got the hang of it and my wife settled into the role and now seemed to enjoy it and look forward to it almost as much as I do. And believe me, I really look forward to it! My mouth was dry now as my wife's lips parted and she gradually took my cock-head into her wet mouth, while I tried to find the courage to tell her my secret birthday wish. A couple of times I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came and instead I concentrated on the warm sensation around my cock as my wife's lips slid up and down my shaft while her fingers held my skin taught at the base. After a few minutes of this my wife slid up my body and threw her knee over me so that she was straddling my torso. Her mouth met mine and I tasted my cock on her tongue, which always drives me nuts. She rubbed the tip of my prick against her wet pussy lips before slowly pushing down on my stalk, her pussy enveloping my fuck-meat like a velvet glove. As I felt my cock squeezed into her tight, wet hole I looked up at her gorgeous tits which were swaying over my face. Then I craned my neck forward to suck on her nipples. (I always love it when my wife is on top of me, not just because it's a submissive position, but because I love to see her ample, pale-skinned tits swinging over my face as she grinds her pussy onto my cock...well who wouldn't?). Then she sat up a bit and reached behind her to rub my balls, before gently taking them into her palm and squeezing them slightly. I groaned with pleasure and arched my back a little to try to push my cock just that tiny bit deeper inside her heavenly cunt, before finally blurting out... "I want to be your slave." My wife slowed down a little, taking more time over her strokes and squeezing my aching shaft with her cunt-muscles. She looked down at me, her dark brown, shoulder length hair falling forward and smiled sweetly. "I know you do....and it's only a couple of weeks and then you get to lick my ass....that's what you're dreaming about isn't it?" "Yes, but I....I want.... (this was proving immensely difficult to put into words)....I want you to..." My wife was barely moving now and she stared down at me with a slightly worried look as I struggled with what I wanted to say. "I want you to..... own my cock." There it was, just like that. There was a slight pause and then to my surprise (and huge relief) my wife groaned as she slammed her body down onto my stalk, her hips pounding faster and faster while her hands pinned my wrists to the pillow above my head. She stared straight into my eyes as she pumped my cock inside her until finally I gave in to the inevitable and pumped spurt after spurt of thick creamy spunk into her hole. "Fill me full of your cum...." She bellowed as she felt my hips bucking beneath her. "...I want all of it!" I cried out as I shot every ounce of my load deep into her scalding pussy and then my wife collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately on the lips for some time before finally pushing herself upright and pulling herself off my softening shaft. I looked down my chest to see my cock fall away and between her legs I could already see a telltale sliver of white as my cum started to escape from her slippery slit. Mindful of this, she placed her hand between her legs to keep as much inside her as possible as she moved up the bed. Then, holding onto the bed-head with her free hand she placed her legs either side of my head and bent her knees so that she was squatting over my waiting mouth. I looked up and as she moved her hand away my spunk started to drip from her stretched pussy and onto my face. I moved my head so that the cum fell into my mouth and she sank closer, covering my mouth with her beautiful cunt. "Stick your tongue out." She ordered. "Keep it still and no swallowing." My wife gleefully rubbed herself against my outstretched tongue until my mouth was filled with a mixture of spunk and pussy juice. This continued for several minutes and it became more and more difficult not to swallow the mixture and to keep my tongue steady. Then as she gripped the bed head with both hands and ground her clit against my outstretched tongue tip for what felt like the thousandth time, she came hard, collapsing on my face and smearing my cheeks with her juices. As I breathed in the beautiful scent of her cunt she rubbed herself against my face, extracting every last grain of pleasure from her orgasm. After a few more moments she lifted herself off and moved back down so that she was sitting on my chest, her hand moving behind her again and squeezing the last few drops of cum out of my flaccid prick. "Open your mouth and show me what a cumslut you are!" She said quietly, before bringing her hand around and scraping the last few drops off her fingers into my gaping mouth. "Now swallow it all and show me." I gulped down the bittersweet mixture and opened my mouth once more to show my wife that it was now empty. "Very good....I think you deserve a special treat, so I'm going to let you lick my ass for five minutes." She lifted herself up and turned around, placing her ass right over my mouth. I dove straight in with my tongue, savouring the taste of her sweet asshole and groaned as I felt my tongue push inside her tight hole. As I joyfully probed her ass, my wife leaned forward and began scraping her nails over my tender, red cock until it gradually started to harden again. After about three or four minutes of delirious ass-licking my cock was fully hard again and my wife asked me if I was close to cumming. I told her I wasn't and she told me that as I made her cum so hard, I could keep licking her ass until I came. I groaned into her ass cheeks as I began to fuck her puckered hole still deeper with my aching tongue, but my wife wasn't being entirely charitable and she now began to scratch my cock harder and harder, her long fingernails leaving red trails as they travelled the length of my tender shaft. As she did this her other hand fell between my legs and she pushed two fingers into my tight asshole. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain of her fingernails and concentrate on the pleasure of licking her gorgeous ass as her fingers pressed deeper into my ass. It took a long time (during which she forced a third finger into my ass) but eventually I felt myself tense and my cock erupted a single string of cum before rapidly withering away to nothing in her hands. We cuddled for a while and then, exhausted, I fell into a very deep sleep, barely able to think about what I had said and what it might mean for our relationship. - - - The next day was very busy and we hardly saw each other as she had to go out in the evening and was just on her way out of the door as I arrived home. We kissed as we passed in the hall, but then I was left alone for the evening. It was a difficult few hours, I couldn't settle to anything and in the end I passed my time by surfing for Femdom porn on the net. After about five hours online I finally switched the computer off and decided to go to bed. As I lay there waiting for my wife to come home I remembered the previous night's events and felt my cock stiffening once more. My fingers curled around my cock as I recalled how I had tongue-fucked my wife's ass and I squeezed as hard as I could, feeling the blood filling my prick, stretching the skin as I became rock hard. I wanted to cum again, but I was still sore from the night before and anyway....my wife would be home soon, what if she wanted me to fuck her? Instead I reached over the bed and pulled open a drawer. I pulled out a black shoe lace and looped it round the back of my nutsack before winding it carefully around my hard cock and then separating off each ball with several winds of lace before tying it tightly off. My cock grew obscenely hard as the lace became tighter, the veins sticking out like on a bodybuilder's arms. I lay like that for some time, gently stroking my smooth, tight-skinned rod and occasionally licking my fingers, tasting the musky taste of my cock. Blissfully frustrated, chilled out and half-asleep, I heard the key in the door and realised it was too late to remove the lace. My heart pounded as my wife mounted the stairs, but she headed straight into the bathroom and I hurriedly removed the binding from my cock and balls and shoved it back into the drawer. When she came out of the bathroom she told me how tired she was and collapsed onto the bed beside me, kissing me once before turning over and falling straight to sleep. I lay awake for another hour at least, softly stroking my cock and wondering what, if anything, would be said tomorrow. - - - Nothing was said the next day, or any other day and when the two weeks were up we had our normal Femdom session and it was great. So I figured, you know, best to leave it alone rather than risk what I had. After all, I still got most of what I wanted once a month and a lot of guys would kill for that - wouldn't they? So I said nothing and tried to forget about it. Another three weeks passed and it was coming up to my birthday, still nothing had been said and I was already looking forward to our next Femdom session and had ordered a couple of new toys for my wife to abuse me with. In fact, I had wrapped them up as special birthday presents for myself. The night before my birthday we went out with some friends and when we got home my wife fell unexpectedly to her knees on the lounge carpet and practically ripped my cock out of my trousers. I stood over her with my legs spread slightly, looking down at her pretty face as my hard stalk slid in and out of her mouth. "You want to come in my mouth?" She asked, licking her lips and then sticking her tongue out suggestively like a porn star, her mouth wide open, taunting me to empty my load inside. Spurred on by my wife's display I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back, her mouth hung agape with her tongue pushed forward. I pummelled my cock remorselessly until I felt my nuts tighten and I edged closer to her waiting mouth. I felt my cock pulse and ribbons of thick white spunk cascaded over her tongue and into her mouth, some missing the target and instead coating her chin and cheeks. Then, as she swallowed down my load I pulled her head forward forcing my cock deep into her mouth, her lips pressed tight around my meat as she milked every last drop into her willing throat. Empty, my cock slipped from her mouth and she stood up to kiss me passionately on the lips, her tongue filling my mouth with the taste of cock and cum. I asked her if she wanted me to do something for her, but she just smiled and said that she wanted to wait until tomorrow. - - - The next day I woke up early. It was nice to have the luxury of a weekend birthday but when I turned over I realised that my wife was already up. That seemed more than a little odd to me because she loves laying in bed at the weekend (and because she'd had a lot to drink the night before and would almost certainly have a hangover!). I swung myself out of bed and threw on my dressing gown before padding downstairs, wondering if she was ill or something. I swung open the lounge door to see my wife sitting on the sofa in her dressing gown, her legs spread and her 8in dildo just sticking out of her pussy. I was a bit taken aback to be honest, but my cock was already starting to swell when she pointed at me and then pointed at the floor between her legs. "Come here." She said. I closed the door behind me and knelt between her legs, savouring the aroma of her sodden pussy. She very slowly pulled the dildo out of her hole and held it up in front of me before offering it to my mouth. I closed my eyes as she pushed the warm plastic past my lips, relishing the gorgeous taste from deep within her cunt. "Open your eyes." She snapped. "In future you will keep your eyes open when you suck my dildo's, do you understand?" I nodded my agreement as my mouth was far too full to attempt an answer. "That's it, suck it well.....clean all that lovely juice off of there." I needed no encouragement as I greedily slurped away at the plastic cock. Satisfied that the dildo was clean she pulled it out of my mouth and put it on the sofa next to her. Then she reached forward and pulled my head between her thighs. I knew what she wanted and set about licking her pussy for all I was worth. "SLOW DOWN." She barked. "There's no rush!" I settled into a nice easy rhythm and soon had two fingers inside her already stretched cunt and my ring finger pressed against her arsehole. "Yes, fuck my ass...." She murmured and I pushed my finger in deeper. My wife put one hand on the back of my head and the other disappeared inside her dressing gown to tease her nipples. I kept licking her, gradually increasing the speed and the pressure until finally she tensed and her thighs clamped around my shoulders pulling me closer as she rode my tongue in a series of colossal spasms. "Now, gently lick me clean." She said when her breathing returned to normal. I was very gentle as I licked every bit of juice from her still tingling pussy lips and was absolutely delighted when she pulled her knees up to her chest and told me to lick the juice from her ass crack too. Obviously my cock was rock hard beneath my dressing gown and I was tempted to stand up and ram it into her, but something told me just to do as I was told. I bent down and ran my tongue along the crack of her ass, breathing heavily as I tasted the musky scent of her ass mixed with her delicious juices. "Very good." She said lowering her legs and (to my intense disappointment) pulling the dressing gown around her and securing it with the belt. She stood up and kissed me on the cheek. "Happy Birthday darling, here, open your card.....I'm going to get a drink of water" She handed me an envelope which I took and carefully opened, while my wife disappeared for a moment into the kitchen. The card inside was more than a little unusual, obviously homemade with a photo sourced from the net, the front showed a selection of views of a cock (which was somehow protruding through a table) being crushed by a pair of those clear Perspex shoes that only pornstars wear. Above it was written 'Happy Birthday slut' and below 'Is this the future for you?'. I laughed and opened the card and then things became a little more....exciting. Dear Rob The time has come for you to choose your fate. As you have probably noticed there are two piles of presents. The presents on the left are the best I could do considering you didn't give me any ideas...but the presents on the right will lead you to the life you really want(?) Now you must make your choice. But be warned...there's no going back. I love you Mistress R I looked at the two piles of presents and put down the card. My wife came back into the room and asked me if I had made my choice. I licked my dry lips, said that I had and picked up one of the boxes on my right. "Are you sure?" She said. "Quite sure." I said as I started to unwrap the present. "I knew you would." She said. "The other boxes were empty." I laughed again and ripped the paper from the present I was holding and was more than a little surprised to see that I had in my hand a leather sheath. I looked a little closer and realised that the inside was lined with rows of small pointed studs. My wife snatched the present from me and told me to lay down on my back, which I did. She opened my dressing gown and took hold of my engorged cock. "This is supposed to be put on when you are soft, but it will give you the general idea." I winced as she pulled the sheath over my cock and the studs scraped along my skin. ''Be quiet.'' She hissed. ''You will have to get used to much worse than this now that I own your cock.'' I looked up as she lent over me, steadying herself by placing her palm on my chest. ''That's what you wanted slave, and that's what I'm giving you...and not just your cock either. I own your balls, your mouth and your ass and I will use them all as I see fit. Do you understand?'' ''Yes Mistress.'' I offered meekly. ''Good.'' She knelt down between my legs and started to tighten the laces on the sheath, pressing the studs harder into my aching cock. ''I am not going to be your Mistress 24/7 because I don't think it's practical or healthy. I want us to carry on as a normal couple and I want us to have normal sex too, at least for now. But the moment I address you as 'Slave' that will be your signal that I want you to be submissive and that I am in control. You will not question me, you will not disobey me and you will not hesitate. Do you understand?'' ''Yes Mistress.'' The sheath was on properly now and the pain in my cock was intense. ''When you get soft enough I will do the laces up properly. I will allow you to get hard when I want you hard.'' ''Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.'' ''Now I'm going to ask you one more time, are you sure this is what you want? Because this is what you asked for.'' I opened my mouth to speak but she covered it with her hand. ''Wait....just because I am giving you this one last chance to change your mind, that doesn't mean that everything will go back to how it was. If you're feeling a little scared now and have changed your mind and realised that maybe you don't want this like you thought you did then that's fine....but it will mean that you lose certain privileges....like for instance you will not get to lick my ass for a very, very long time, if ever......and I will suspend our normal Femdom sessions for an indefinite period too. So think before you speak. Can you bear to live without getting your tongue up my ass? Because this way I promise you'll be getting a lot more of that...'' My wife lifted her hand from my mouth and straightened up, before turning and shrugging off her dressing gown to reveal her gorgeous curvy figure. Then she placed her feet either side of my head and lowered has ass down onto my face, pulling her cheeks apart to open her tight hole slightly, taunting me to tongue it without permission. ''Look at it slave, you adore my asshole don't you...probably even more than I love watching you suffer as I torture your cock. Does that make up your mind for you slave? I think it probably does, doesn't it?'' ''Yes Mistress.'' ''Good choice slave...now you may lick my ass for a short while.'' I pushed my tongue out and speared it into my wife's ass, instantly I felt the studs dig in again as my cock swelled harder still inside the sheath. I squirmed as the points tormented the skin of my cock, trying desperately to ignore the soreness as I sought to enjoy the taste of my Mistress' beautiful hole. Owned Ch. 01 I am owned. It seems a strange thing to say, but there it is. I am owned by my housemates. There are three of them -- Simon, Justin and Karen -- and they own me. Well, perhaps it might more accurately be described used rather than owned, but as I lie here in my bed with a bruised and battered pussy and with Simon's cum leaking out into my knickers, I feel pretty owned. Battered and bruised because we all had a pretty great time last night and all of them had sex with me at least once. And Simon's cum is leaking out into my soaking wet knickers because this morning, just before he had to leave to go to hockey practice, he came into my room. He greeted me, kissed me gently on the forehead and told me to take off my knickers. Of course I did at once. Then he got into bed with me and put his beautiful darling rock hard penis into me and fucked me gently for about 15 minutes. I must have cum at least half a dozen times even though my pussy was still so sore from all of last night's activities. And then he ejaculated in me. Simon always produces loads of cum -- more than any other boy I've ever known -- and so it was leaking out of me immediately and even as he lay on top of me feeling post orgasmic, I could feel his cum running down between my buttocks and the wet patch growing on the sheet. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of me, kissed me again and watched as I put my knickers back on. Then he left. I don't do what some girls do and go to the loo to clean up or wipe myself with a tissue. I'm not allowed to, at least not at once. So having cum flowing into my knickers is something that happens to me all the time. They are never happier than when I'm full of their cum and my knickers are soaked, and I'm never happier than when they are happy. If I'm lucky, Justin will come and see me when he wakes up and have sex with me. He doesn't mind having me when Simon's cum is still there and I love it. Or maybe he will have sex with Karen this morning. Oh yes, we all do it to each other. We were 'friends with benefits' from a couple of weeks after we met in the first days of university. I had sex with Justin first, but within two weeks I had slept with all three of them, but that was a long time before I came to belong to them. We each do all of the others. I really mean it. The boys do each other too, and I that's unfashionable and will turn some people off, but there's nothing wrong with being bisexual. Watching the two of them together is beautiful. Besides, all men think that girls should be bisexual, so what's with all the hypocrisy? Sex is beautiful. Sex is exciting. Sex is sex. So we all do each other. But I'm the only one who is owned. If Justin does go to see Karen then she will probably called me through to her room afterwards to clean her up. She loves oral sex, particularly when she had just been fucked but still wants a couple more orgasms, and I always get the job. It's quite strange licking a boy's semen from another girl's vagina, especially when the guy who put it there is watching you do it, which they often do. Stranger still if at the same time another boy has his penis inside you and is sliding it in an out to the rhythm of your licking. Strange and mind blowing. The first time it happened to me I came so hard that I passed out for a moment, my face still glued to Karen's pussy and now smeared with her juices and Justin's semen while Simon's cock was buried deep inside me. After I've cleaned Karen up she will probably take me into the shower and wash me. It's really just an excuse to make me orgasm again -- she loves to play with my clitoris and make me cum, and she seems particularly keen on making me cum standing up. After that, who knows? It's Sunday, so we might go out and see friends or maybe go to the pub. It's winter, so I might be allowed to wear trousers instead of a skirt, but probably not. They prefer it when I wear skirts as it makes me more accessible. More biddable. It wouldn't be the first time that I had been made to masturbate in public or been fucked in some alley behind a pub or on the bus on the way there or back. Or both. I'll be allowed to wear thick stockings, so I won't get too cold, and maybe I'll be allowed knickers. Or perhaps we'll go to the supermarket. We do need to stock up on a few things as the cupboards are looking a bit bare. If we do then they might make me wear the remote controlled egg that they got for me. It vibrates when they flip a switch on a key fob thing. Works up to 50 meters. We know because we tested it for range in the local supermarket when it arrived. I orgasmed 3 times. It's really difficult to orgasm in such a way that no-one notices. The last one I nearly lost control and only holding onto a shelf stopped me from collapsing. Karen thought it was beautiful. So how did we get to this? I guess I asked them to. It started the day after we moved into the house at the end of first year. By then we had been sleeping together for about nine months and we were each loving the experience of having three willing sexual partners without the formality of having a partner. Or maybe it was more like having three partners. We got pretty drunk that night and I made a tearful confession that I was in love with them all and I just wanted to please them all the time. They could do what they wanted, when they wanted. I've always been a bit like that. Even when I was a kid I was always the one who was ready to play doctor or 'you-show-me-yours!' When I was older I let boyfriends touch me when we were snogging, which nice girls didn't do, and then when I started to have sex I was, shall we say, pretty obliging. I don't know why. I love to have sex and to make people happy and I think it all stems from that. I wanted them to do what they wanted so that they would be happy, because them being happy made me happy. Anyway, because that night I was pretty drunk I got quite tearful and said that I didn't do enough to make them happy and that they should do more to get their pleasure with me. They could do what they liked because their happiness was much more important than mine and it was killing me that there might be more that I could do. I was sobbing by then. Karen was sitting next to me on the sofa and hugged me as I cried, trying to make me feel better. But what really made me feel better was feeling Justin unzip my trousers and pull them and my knickers down. He rearranged me so that Karen was still hugging me but that my bum was pointing in his general direction, and he entered me. No foreplay, no messing around, he just pushed cock into my vagina. I wasn't exactly dry, but I wasn't my usual aroused self either but I felt my moisture descending almost immediately and Justin settled into a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of me and holding onto my hips. Simon came over, unzipped his trousers and offered me his cock. I opened my mouth and took him inside, and began to suck him through the sobs and through a veil of tears. So there we were on the couch. Karen still had her arms around me and was stroking my hair with one hand and playing with Simon's balls with the other. Simon was standing in front of me with his cock in my mouth, and Justin was between my legs gently sliding his cock in and out of my vagina. No-one said a word and the only sounds were my occasional sobs and the sound of wet flesh on wet flesh as I sucked and was fucked. After a while, I felt the boys stiffen and begin to jerk as they approached their crises. First to go was Simon, who ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed down every drop of his semen, because that's what people like. Then, as Simon was withdrawing his now wilting cock from my mouth, I felt Justin shudder and heard him gasp and I knew that he was filling my pussy with his own cum. Karen kissed me on the forehead and, perhaps feeling a little left out, took the hand that she had been using to play with Simon's balls as I sucked him, slid it down the front of her trousers and began to masturbate. I burst into tears, but this time with tears of joy. I had never been happier. And so it began. But why am I telling you this? I want to record it for posterity, and so I have decided to write it down, chapter by chapter, while the events are sill clear in my memory. I don't want to lose a single second of what has now been a wonderful eight months. I hope it lasts forever. And of course because you might like to hear about it, and that would make me happy too. I am owned. And I wouldn't change it for the world. Owned Ch. 01 This is my first story submission. It's the first part of a four part story (as of now). Any feedback is highly appreciated. Please do not hesitate to tell me what you think of this and how can I improve the reading experience. ***************** The two tiny puncture marks on her neck did not hurt anymore, not even a sting but she was more aware of those red dots than she was of any other part of her body. She raised her slender fingers to the bite mark that now marked her as his property and touched it softly. The shock of sensation that flowed through her body shocked her and she dropped her hand immediately. It had stopped bleeding, and the scab would heal soon but the skin would always be a shade lighter there to remind her that her body did not solely belong to her anymore. She did not know how she felt about that. 'Isn't this what you wanted?' A venomous voice in the back of her mind demanded. 'Didn't you want to be his whore all along?' Yes. No. She didn't know. 'Not like this', she thought with a sigh. She wanted him to love her, to reciprocate her feelings, to have the happily ever after she dreamt of ever since she was a fledgling. She wanted to be the only one for him, not a member of a glorified harem. 'But I will take whatever crumbs I can have'. And it was this thought that scared her. The thought that made her accept this insanity. The thought of how he had marked her sent another wave of sensation within her. The memory of his nose skimming up her throat, his cold breath raising goosebumps on her skin made her nipples pucker into hard nubs. She remembered the way he lengthened his fangs and drew them up her neck, the touch of his lips only a whisper in her skin and his fangs pressing at her just above the beat of her jugular, not quite breaking skin. He kept teasing her for a few more moments scratching her neck with his fangs, harder than a tickle but not hard enough to hurt. Her anticipation had been rising, her pussy getting wetter, the smell of her arousal probably reaching his sensitive nose. She thought he had smiled against her neck then but she couldn't be sure because at that moment his fangs finally pierced though her skin. She could feel the momentary pain and then his slow sensual suction against her artery. And she orgasmed. She saw stars behind her eyes and her world fell away to the feel of his fangs inside her – which made her crave his cock inside her spasming pussy. He wasn't even touching her, save his mouth at her neck, but she was trembling, writhing as she came and came and came harder than she had ever come before. She couldn't be sure how long it lasted. As his fangs shrank back away from her skin and his tongue lapped at the claiming mark he had just made on her to catch any wayward drops of blood the last of her tremors racked up her body. He then withdrew completely from her, not even touching her, caressing her or even acknowledging her in any way. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, pointed to one of his guards to take her to her chambers and strode away through the room with no words at all. It was a stark reminder that this was not one of those romantic fantasies she entertained as a child. This was not love, but possession. She was not his lover but his whore. And even after making her come in front of the entire vampire council, he left to give her a clear message that he still had better things to do than to fuck her. Oh, it was exactly what she expected but it still smarted. So here she was alone in her chamber, horny and trembling with need, her pussy soaked and begging for the touch of her newly pledged master, the Prince Nikolai of the First Vampiric Order, but no relief in sight. A slight burst of jealousy went through her body – what if he was with another one of his whores? He had many, too many, and it hurt her to think that he would abandon her on their claiming day to take his desires to another woman, to take his cock to another pussy that did not belong to her. She imagined Nikolai atop a faceless woman with the body of a goddess with his hands cupping her huge breasts, his cock inside her pussy, her legs crossing at the ankles behind his ass as he fucked her hard and ruthlessly. A thin sheen of sweat, she imagined, was covering both their bodies and she imagined the woman's face in an expression of total rapture, of an ecstasy that only he could provide her. In her mind the scene morphed and suddenly it was her face with the expression of the same orgasmic rapture, her ample breasts being squeezed by his hands and her pussy that he was thrusting into ruthlessly. Another wave of heat went through her body and her hands of their own volition lifted her skirts and moved towards her aching centre. She lay down on her bed, her skirt folded above her waist now and her shaking hands touched her wet panties drenched by her earlier orgasm. She pushed it aside and took the tip of her finger to her throbbing clit. The light contact sent a jolt of electricity through her body. In her mind it was his finger that was rubbing her clit so tenderly, spreading the moisture into her hooded bud. She imagined he was looking at her with hooded eyes filled with desire, his finger that was now creeping downwards to her slit. She imagined that it was his lips and not the fingers of her other hand caressing her hard nipples through her gown. That he was alternating between her nipples with his lips and teasing her hole with his index finger. She pinched her left nipple hard, then her right nipple imagining him biting them through her clothes just as her two fingers plunged into her hole mimicking his motions as he would finger-fuck her. He would fuck her with his fingers slowly teasing her, slowly withdrawing then plunging them right back, taking her closer and closer and closer to the edge. And as the sensations rocking her got too much, just as she was about to fall right down the cliff.. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Getting a little too impatient, are we?" His voice from somewhere in the room made her orgasm crash into her with such force that her entire body bucked and she screamed his name as she came. "Nikolai..." she shouted as her body spasmed, her pussy sucking her fingers inside her, wrapping them in her velvet heat and yet still aching, still wishing that they belonged to someone else. The powerful orgasm left her hornier and wanting him more. As her vision cleared, she saw him standing on the doorway of her room, his two guards beside him. The two of them were eyeing her pussy hungrily, their lust obvious on their faces. His expression, on the other hand, was inscrutable. He was looking into her eyes, betraying no emotion as he stepped into the room and dismissed the two guards. He locked the door and slowly turned to look at her again. She withdrew her hands from her now still pussy awkwardly and started to draw her skirt down to cover herself. "Stop." The simple word, told in a calm tone of absolute command made her hands still and her breath stop. A smile played at the corner of his lips but it was too cold, it made him seem harsher than before. Suddenly she was very scared of him. "Emily. Emily. Emily." He said her name as he came forward near her. The sound of her name on his lips suddenly made her all to more aware of her thighs open wide and her pussy ready as an offering to him. She couldn't stop the shiver from moving through her body. Whether it was from fear or desire, she couldn't tell. He sat at the edge of the bed, facing her. His long slender finger came up and touched her swollen clit, peaking out of its hood towards him. There was something clinical about his touch, not at all like the loving caress she imagined earlier. But it still made her wetter, the mark on her neck throbbing as if it recognized him as her master. His finger slowly glided down towards her slit, even down towards her asshole, agonizingly slowly. Then just as slowly it slid back up to her clit. "You should have waited for me," he said, still betraying no emotion. Her heart thumped. It was taking everything in her to stay still. His fingers slowly circled her clit, once, then twice, in the same clinical manner of his. She could feel another orgasm trying to creep its way through her body. "You should have waited for me," he said again, his voice a little harder now. Then he pinched her clit, hard. The pain jolted her, making all her nerves alert. "You should have waited for me," he said for the third time, a little of his anger seeping through in his voice. Then he plunged three of his fingers deep into her pussy without any warning, making her scream and scream and scream with pain just as she came all over his hand. (To be continued..) Owned! Ch. 01 Abruptly she rose off my face leaving my tongue probing at thin air as she lifted herself up. ''Now, let's see what the rest of your presents are shall we?'' Feeling horny as hell and yet somewhat dejected I sat up and plucked present after present from the pile, each one another sex toy designed to torment my cock, ass or balls. By the end of the hour I had a pile of whips, crops, paddles, cock restraints, ball dividers, dildo gags and strap-on cocks of various sizes, not to mention all manner of cuffs, a collar and a rather strange looking object which comprised two pieces of curved wood with a hole in the middle. I stared at it for some time, turning it over in my hands and trying to work out what it was for before finally my Mistress enlightened me as to it's use. ''It's called a 'humbler'. You kneel on all fours and then your balls go in the hole and the wood fits along the backs of your thighs. Once it's fitted you can't get up and your balls are nicely stretched and easy to abuse.'' Christ she was really serious about this. But what could I say, I asked for this and she was giving me what I wanted. ''Is your cock soft now?'' She asked. ''Kind of....a lot softer than it was anyway.'' ''Good, lay back, I'm going to do the laces up tighter.'' I lay back on the carpet once more and my Mistress attended to the laces, pulling the sheath and the studs much tighter around my cock. ''There, that's better.'' She wrapped her fingers around the sheath and pumped it up and down on my cock. I winced again as I felt the blood rushing into my shaft, the studs tormenting my cock as they pressed harder and harder into it. ''Just one more present for you.'' She said standing up and walking off to retrieve an ominous looking tube shaped present from the kitchen. ''What the hell can this be now?'' I thought. ''Surely not another dildo!'' ''Any guesses slave?'' ''Not really Mistress, I mean...haven't we already got enough stuff here?'' I said pointing at the pile of sex toys, restraints, whips and other paraphernalia. ''Ah, but this is different.'' She handed me the tube and told me to unwrap it. I took it and was surprised to find how light the parcel was. I ripped of the coloured paper and found what looked like the inside of a kitchen roll. Turning it so that I could see inside I realised there was a sheet of paper inside and fished it out with my finger. I unrolled the sheet of paper and started to read it, while Mistress sat on the sofa with one heel resting on the edge of the cushion, her legs spread wide as she openly stroked her beautiful pink pussy. ''Is this for real?'' I asked, more than a little distracted by her open legs. ''If you want to keep on licking my ass it is.'' She said, gently stroking her clit. ''But what does it mean exactly?'' ''It means exactly what it says.'' I read the page again, trying to interpret some of the finer points and wondering how far Mistress would go. The whole thing was fairly vague and I wondered just how far Mistress was prepared to push me, or whether the whole thing was a bit of a joke to her that would be forgotten by the end of the week... CONTRACT OF SERVITUDE I, slave Rob, declare my undying worship for Mistress R and hereby confirm that my cock, balls, mouth and arse are hers to use howsoever she shall please whenever she engages her word of authority ('Slave'). I shall follow her command without hesitation or question and shall refrain from masturbation between times unless I am given the freedom to do so. I further confirm that I will serve Mistress R in whatever way and whenever she sees fit and that I will maintain a respectful attitude to her at all times. In return I shall be rewarded at Mistress' discretion with sex, Femdom punishment and the opportunity to worship Mistress R's beautiful ass. I also confirm that I will willingly (and without prompting) lick Mistress' clean after any and all sexual activity, thus acknowledging my status as Mistress R's cumslut. Signed in agreement ............................... 16th October 2007 ''Don't worry, it's not legally enforceable....but at the end of the day, it doesn't need to be. The worst thing that could happen to you would be that I set you free and we went back to a normal, boring vanilla sexlife. I think you'll do whatever it takes to avoid that happening. Won't you?'' I looked up at her to see the she had lifted up her body so that her middle finger was now clearly visible pressed between her ass cheeks, teasing her puckered hole. ''Just sign it, it's what you want anyway.....you know it is. Anyway, you've already agreed haven't you?'' I bowed my head and wondered how dull life would be returning exclusively to vanilla sex, I knew I couldn't do it, or at least I knew I couldn't be really happy. ''Okay, I'll sign it.....'' ''Good slave, now come here.'' I moved towards her and she turned over, kneeling on the sofa and offering me her ass to lick. ''Enjoy it slave.'' I eagerly lent forward to tongue my Mistress' gorgeous hole,but as soon as I sensed that perfect musk on my tongue my cock swelled again and the studs did their worst. But I didn't care, I could take whatever Mistress would give me as long as I got my reward. - - - Throughout the day Mistress ensured that my cock was always at least semi-hard. We hadn't really planned to do anything very much and she never really got properly dressed. When she got cold she turned the heating on and continued sitting around in a tight t-shirt and a pair of skimpy knickers and every time she sensed that the effect of sitting around half naked in front of me was beginning to wear off she would do something to reclaim my attention. At first it was subtle things like slipping her hand inside her knickers, toying with her pussy and then licking her fingers...but later it became more direct. About seven in the evening I was reading a magazine and she came and knelt between my legs. As it was so hot in the house and as the sheath made it practically impossible to wear jeans, I had plumped for a pair of baggy shorts. These offered little resistance to Mistress' inquisitive fingers which she slid up the leg and curled around my balls. At first I was (bizarrely) quite proud of myself, because having endured so much stimulation all day I was now at the point where my cock would take more than that to get hard, and right now not getting hard meant a whole lot less discomfort for me. Sensing that she wasn't getting the reaction required Mistress tightened her grip on my nuts and began squeezing them very hard. I dropped the magazine and looked down at her face which stared up at me, daring me to challenge her right to maul me. ''Something to say slave?'' ''No Mistress.'' I gasped, hoping that she would pack it in sooner rather than later. ''Good.....Is it getting sore yet slave?'' ''A little Mistress.'' ''Only a little slave, perhaps you have a higher tolerance for this sort of thing than I thought....oh well, it'll be fun finding out just what your limits are won't it, because believe you me everything that's gone before is going to seem like a walk in the park compared to what I've got planned for you over the coming months.'' My cock started to swell again as Mistress continued to manhandle my balls. ''Oh that's better, I can feel your sack getting tighter....mmmmmm.'' I screwed my face up as my cock grew harder and harder and the studs dug into my thinly skinned meat. Mistress withdrew her hand from my shorts' leg and told me to stand up. Then she yanked my shorts down and told me to step out of them, before pushing me back down onto my chair. She hooked my legs over the arms and I felt myself sliding forward until I was nearly horizontal. Mistress grasped the sheath around my cock with her right hand and began pumping it up and down on my cock. I hissed in protest and was rewarded with a sharp slap across my balls. ''How quickly you forget slave....you should be thanking me for this.'' ''Yes Mistress.'' I managed to spit through my clenched teeth. ''Time to cum slave, and then you can take this nasty thing off....all you have to do is shoot your load.'' ''Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.'' I tried so hard to cum, but I was way out of the zone, at least I was until I saw the fingers of her left hand outstretched towards my mouth. ''Get them as wet as you can slave, you know where they are going.'' I took Mistress' fingers between my lips and dredged up every bit of saliva I could find to coat them with until eventually she pulled them away, a thin band of spit trailing from my lips to her fingertips which eventually broke and fell across my chest. Mistress wasted no time and quickly forced three fingers into my ass one at a time. I winced and groaned as she pushed her (thankfully) rather small fingers inside and then sighed with relief as she started to circle them inside me, stimulating my prostate and putting me very much back in the zone. ''Come on slave, times running out...you don't want to go to bed with a full sack do you?'' I grunted as she spoke and felt the first signs of my orgasm approaching. My hips tensed and I started to pump my cock up and down against her hand (and the studs) until finally I grunted as I felt the first spurt of cum shoot from my cock. Mistress pumped me mercilessly until she was certain I had nothing left to give and then stood up and leaned over me. She slid her fingers into my open mouth and I was forced to clean her hand of my spunk. ''That's it slut, swallow it all down....you love it don't you, you really are my little cumslut bitch!'' ''Yes Mistress.'' I winced as I swallowed my cum. A few minutes later Mistress removed the sheath and was disturbingly elated at the sight of my sore and red and very marked cock. I hissed as she dragged her nails across it one more time and then hissed again a few minutes later when I got into the shower and felt the water cascade over my tormented skin.